In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,